Dave was sitting on the throne room. He had already given his orders, but he wasn't finished yet. There were many things he had to prepare and oversee.
The sun had already came down, but he was having second thoughts about his plan. One day was too short for him to prepare for a siege and he was under pressure. He was feeling unease, his plans had been laid down to defend against the siege. He even did mind simulation to all that could go wrong and prepared countermeasures but he was still felt that something wasn't right. Unable to shake off that bad feeling Dave ignored it. He didn't have the luxury to think about things that might or might not happen.
Dagla and Samael entered the throne room together followed by a small boy.
The small boy trailed after Dagla, carefully looked around. He was fidgeting, agitated, the boy grabbed the hem of Dagla's robe.
